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Monday, December 14, 2009
January Poems, No. 38
JANUARY POEMS, NO. 38
Colors from the tree's voice
Caress my cheeks.
I see a ripple in the wind.
This happened after drinking plum wine
With her who has long ebony hair.
Duane Locke
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